Chapter 93

Instant Kill Martial Arts (5)

Jeong Yeonshin suddenly recalled all the martial arts he had learned at the Moonlight City's Thousand Martial Arts Pavilion, except for the Jeongga Donggong, which he had not passed on.

His martial arts were constantly advancing. The martial arts that had stopped at the secret manual were trivial compared to his lifespan.

How much merit would he earn upon his return?

The transfer of unique martial arts was converted into merit. The value was calculated based on the general enhancement of combat power.

This meant not relying solely on the discernment of experts.

It was different from the values of the martial world. There were said to be standards unique to the imperial court.

'The Extermination of Demons and Purification of the Blue River had no initiates, yet it returned with high merit. It was said that the rarity of the magical martial arts contributed to this.'

There was a reason he suddenly recalled the merit from the transfer of martial arts.

Jeong Yeonshin raised his eyes and closed his mouth.

"You asked for my hand."

Nangong Mi stood in front of him, wearing a provocative smile.

Her wet hair hung down to her white neck, and she stared at Jeong Yeonshin as if she had never been annoyed by the summer rain.

'Did she notice something?'

Jeong Yeonshin recalled his cover identity in the Blood Flame Sect. It would be troublesome if he were discovered.

He suddenly wondered. Would Nangong Mi's head be worth as much as the Timeless Flowerless Fist? She was a direct descendant of the Eight Families.

It might be on par with the Eight Fiendish Nalchal Sword of the Sword Sect, not because of her martial arts, but because of her value.

Nangong Mi smiled again and spoke.

"Don't misunderstand. I'm just curious about how much you've practiced your sword technique."

"Are you planning to openly gauge my achievements?"

"An enemy? How could you be an enemy? Unless you're going to be another stepping stone for the main family's reputation."

"You have no sense of shame. Your opponent is Bai Qilin, young master."

"I'm curious about you."

She leaned in closer, looking very seductive. The light in her eyes reminded Jeong Yeonshin of the Seven Paths. It meant she had ulterior motives.

"..."

Jeong Yeonshin stopped answering and took a step forward. They had finally arrived at the Nangong Manor. There was no reason to give her an excuse.

"You two might make a good pair."

The young master said something absurd. His face was soft as he smiled at his sister and the young boy, a different feeling from Nangong Mi.

Jeong Yeonshin decided not to speak with the siblings.

He walked silently with Nangong Huashen and soon faced the largest hall in Huizhou.

The walls on both sides were as wide as a city wall.

He had seen it once when heading to the Dragon Phoenix Assembly, but it was indeed too large for just a family.

The reason people called it a 'family' was evident from its appearance.

Nangong.

"Nangong..."

Nangong Huashen muttered, looking up at the sign on the gate.

Jeong Yeonshin stared at his companion. The firm demeanor he usually displayed was nowhere to be seen.

The reason Jeong Yeonshin easily defeated Nangong Mi was due to the compatibility between the Jeongga Donggong and the Ice Formation martial arts.

Could Nangong Huashen defeat her? He would have to overcome the loyalty oath and the intense cold.

'The Chief Overseer spoke of succession.'

The Moonlight City's Yuanxing Team had to defeat all opponents for the mission to be meaningful. They had to replace the Nangong leadership with collateral branches.

"It's an honor to welcome such outstanding individuals to the main family."

The young master nodded to the gatekeepers and smiled.

With a relaxed gesture, he invited them to the main gate. Jeong Yeonshin nodded slightly and stepped forward.

Finally, the Nangong Manor.

* * *

He unpacked his bag and took a bath. Assigned to a guest room, Jeong Yeonshin changed into a new Moonlight City martial uniform.

Is there a martial art that cultivates a thick-skinned personality? Jeong Yeonshin thought as he sat in the neatly arranged room.

Men and women in very elegant silk robes, the young master, and Nangong Mi were seated around a large oval table. Nangong Huashen sat next to the young boy.

His body trembled slightly, and it seemed all ten people at the table noticed. This was because there were no non-experts among them.

They were all different from the young master. Did they consider illegitimate children as non-existent?

No one showed interest in Nangong Huashen. The eyes of the direct descendants were focused solely on Jeong Yeonshin.

"You are Seomye."

Jeong Yeonshin looked at the person who called him.

A middle-aged man in a traditional blue robe, fitting for the Nangong Manor itself.

His features were distinct, and the faces of the young master, Nangong Mi, and Nangong Huashen were all in his.

Jeong Yeonshin suddenly looked at the Nangong Patriarch's waist. A bluish sword hilt was hanging there.

The inscription on the sword's blade faintly glowed in the lantern light.

"凌雲之志 南牆太高" (A lofty ambition that cannot surpass the southern wall).

The sword was famous for its anecdote and was known as the Southern Wall Sword, a symbol of the Nangong family.

It was said to be a masterpiece sword made by the Ironfoot, and a divine aura surrounded the Nangong Patriarch.

Perhaps sensing Jeong Yeonshin's gaze, the Nangong Patriarch smiled faintly.

"Do you know the Ming Sect's rebellion in the Tian Shan? The previous Grand Patriarch of our main family killed the three venerables of the Ming Sect. This is a family treasure bestowed by the emperor, rarely used. I am grateful to you. How else could I compare your swordsmanship to that of the new chief of the Divine Sword Hall?"

"I cannot bear the praise of the Patriarch. I have already heard apologies and gratitude from the young master."

Jeong Yeonshin replied calmly, pointing out the Patriarch's lack of apology for the Qingye Valley incident.

He then felt it. The breathing of Nangong Huashen, who was next to him, became rough. He felt sorry for him.

"It's surprising that you can say that even after seeing the Southern Wall Sword."

A woman sitting to the left of the Patriarch spoke. She was the most elaborately dressed expert at the table.

"The wall that protects the southern rites of the world is my husband and children. Does the Moonlight City discuss the people's livelihood? If it were truly so, you should not have sent a challenge for a life-or-death duel. It's because of your narrow-mindedness that this happened. How can you dare to speak of apologies when you cannot see the world broadly?"

She was the First Lady of the Nangong Manor, even more shameless than Nangong Mi.

"I understand that Changling Huazhu's character is external."

Jeong Yeonshin spoke calmly. It meant her daughter, Nangong Mi, was like her.

The First Lady's brows furrowed. It was probably an insult she had never experienced as a noblewoman. Immediately, the aura of six or seven people around her spread.

Jeong Yeonshin did not hold back and stood up.

In any case, they could not do anything to him and Nangong Huashen now. He had revealed his presence, and it was an event that drew the attention of the martial world.

When entering the Nangong Manor, he had felt various presences behind him.

The open sect of the Nine Great Sects, the Bat-like Haomen, the female leader of the Thirteen Thousand of the Evil Sect... There were many of them.

"You betrayed me, who was once your ally. Now, you are an enemy who has walked into our inner chambers unguarded. It's remarkable that you can endure and not kill me, showing the patience of the Nangong family. You are managing to hide your true nature, perhaps due to the attention of the world focused on this duel."

"Young master, don't let this child off easily."

The First Lady of the Nangong Manor said sternly. The young master looked displeased. He had been listening uncomfortably.

"It's my turn now! Please, all the elders..."

At that moment, a powerful vibration erupted from outside the high ceiling. The table and furniture shook violently.

[You insolent brat! What did you just say―!]

An old, gruff voice struck like a devastating earthquake, filled with immense energy.

Liuhe Zhuan Sheng (Six Directions Transmission). A supreme skill that fills the world with a single shout.

The ceiling cracked at that moment.

Boom!

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